Sanchakou

Chapter 53 Sister, I'm in Delingha Tonight
Wenxin is back.

She didn't know why Liang Sanli wanted to kill Hong Yuan, no matter why, she wanted to protect him!

She called Hong Yuan as soon as she got off the plane, and wanted to tell him all this, but he turned off the phone.

She called his unit, and the hotel staff told her that Hong Yuan had resigned.

She hurried back to the backer villa, but he was nowhere to be seen.

She froze for a moment.

She suddenly regretted it, regretted that she should not have been so unfeeling to Hong Yuan at the beginning, maybe he was too sad, too painful, too desperate, and would never appear again...

After sitting in front of the building for a while, she thought of Hong Yuan's parents, so she made a long-distance call to them.

"Uncle, I'm Wenxin. Is Hong Yuan at home?" Hong Yuan's father said, "No." "Do you know where he went?" "Four days ago, he came back and took After taking out the deposit discount he left at home, he left in a hurry, and didn't call back after that. We are also looking for him!" Wen Xin hung up the phone blankly.

The sun was shining brightly, the surrounding trees were shining green, and butterflies were flying up and down on the grass.

She squinted her eyes and looked into the distance, wondering where the man she loved the most had gone.

After that, Wenxin returned to the backer villa as soon as she got off work, waiting for Hong Yuan's footsteps.She felt that she could only find her when she lived in this house and Hong Yuan changed his mind.

A month has passed.

Two months have passed.

Three months have passed.

The flowers are withering, the grass is turning yellow, and the weather is getting colder.

She never gave up looking for Hong Yuan, and called his parents every few days.Every time they tell her: Hong Yuan has no news.

She knew that the possibility of Hong Yuan returning to her was getting smaller and smaller.

However, she was still not reconciled, and even called the Black Swan Hotel several times.The person who answered the phone last time was a newcomer. He didn't even know that the Black Swan Hotel used to have a deputy general manager surnamed Hong.

She called Huangshan.

She called everyone who knew Hong Yuan.

No one knows Hong Yuan's whereabouts.

In the past few months, her mobile phone has eaten up all her salary.

That night, she lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, recalling every conversation she had with Hong Yuan lying on this bed for the last time.

She cried while thinking.

Later, she continued to think forward, thinking about the scene of her making love with Hong Yuan, thinking about his sleeping state, thinking about every sweet word he said to her...

She warmed herself with memories, so she was no longer alone, as if two people were still lying together...

Suddenly, she had a terrible guess: Hong Yuan was dead.

He was killed by Liang Sanli.

Suddenly, she felt empty around her.

The next morning, she took a taxi into the city to go to work.

While the taxi was driving on the road, she looked at the bare trees and golden fallen leaves on both sides, and suddenly thought of Jiang Zhongtian: Maybe she should ask him if he knows where Hong Yuan went...

But where can I find Jiang Zhongtian?

She called many people in the unit and finally found out about Jiang Zhongtian's whereabouts—he had a relapse and was sent to a mental hospital.

She went to a mental hospital.

The mental hospital is in the suburbs.This place was different from what she had imagined, it was neat, spacious and quiet.

This is her first time to this special place.

The moment she walked into those two iron doors, she suddenly thought: Am I crazy?

She met Jiang Zhongtian through the iron railing.

He was still neatly dressed and clean, with short hair and a clean shaven beard, just like the last time she saw him at the Shuntian Bar.

It was afternoon.

The sky outside the window is blue and the sun is very good.A few people walked silently outside the window, and occasionally poked their heads to look into the room, not knowing whether they were patients or staff.

Wenxin looked at the thin and small Jiang Zhongtian, and suddenly felt a little sad in her heart. She regretted not bringing him some delicious food.

"Zhong Tian, ​​have you seen Hong Yuan since I left on a business trip? I can't find him..." "He may have turned into another person, but you can't recognize him." Wen Xin despaired up.

He did become mentally ill again.

"Think about it, if he turns into a woman, how would you recognize him?" Wenxin sighed, and said, "Zhongtian, why... have you suffered from this kind of disease again?" Jiang Zhongtian trembled and lowered his head head to go.

After a while, he raised his head slowly, and said in a low voice, "Look, the sun is so bright and the surroundings are so quiet, what are we doing?—Let's read poetry." Wen Xin looked at him quietly, her eyes wide open. Quietly wet.

Jiang Zhongtian cleared his throat and started to recite: Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, the night is covering my sister, I only have the end of the Gobi Grassland tonight, my hands are empty, I can’t hold a teardrop when I am sad, sister, tonight I am here in Delingha A desolate city in the rain...

Wenxin stepped on Jiang Zhongtian's recitation, and walked out of the iron gate of the mental hospital step by step, crying.

(End of this chapter)